The turnout for Thursday Steady Social was smaller than normal, and all seven riders technically capable, so we shook things up with some muddy trail variations and a little more climbing.
The fog swirled and thickened as we pedaled over the ridge; an orange glow the only reminder of the villages below. We regrouped in the howling wind as Chuck gave a briefing of the upcoming descent.
Soon enough we were greeted by an outstanding trail, hidden and well ridden, branching off a main line and swooping in and out of the trees. With some higgldeypiggledy criss-crossing of lines, we all arrived at the bottom unscathed, before climbing back up, up and up, for a final flat out fast descent to the pub. Now regulars, we were greeted warmly; the landlady ready with the soya milk for my cuppa and reassuring us that the muddy kit really didn't matter.